The doers . nt say anything, either. Hewaited for David to speak. David watched the painters for some time. What color are they painting it? heasked at last. It looks like white on thebrushes, but sort of watery when they put iton, just as my paints look when I put a greatdeal of water with them. Have they got agreat deal of water with their paint? Not water, Davie, the foreman answered, but oil. This is the first coat of paint, you 94 THE DOERS see, put right on the bare wood, and the woodsoaks the oil out of the paint at a great rate. They wont put so much oil in thesecond and thirdcoats. Oh
The doers . nt say anything, either. Hewaited for David to speak. David watched the painters for some time. What color are they painting it? heasked at last. It looks like white on thebrushes, but sort of watery when they put iton, just as my paints look when I put a greatdeal of water with them. Have they got agreat deal of water with their paint? Not water, Davie, the foreman answered, but oil. This is the first coat of paint, you 94 THE DOERS see, put right on the bare wood, and the woodsoaks the oil out of the paint at a great rate. They wont put so much oil in thesecond and thirdcoats. Oh, saidDavid, will theypaint it threetimes? Three timesfor new wood,the foreman did nt sayany more then,but he watchedand so did Da-vid while the painters dipped their brushesand patted them against the sides of theirpaint-pots and brushed them quickly backand forth over the new clapboards. Come with me, Davie, the foreman saidat last, and lets see if we cant scare upsomething else thats PAINTING THE PAINTER STORY 95 And so David went with the foreman, andthey went around by the cellar door. And there they saw a great pile of shuttersor blinds which were to go on the outside ofall the windows of the house. These blinds were leaning, one against an-jther, and they had already been painted akind of bluish gray, and each one had wholerows of little slats that you could turn backand forth. And beyond the pile of bluish gray blindswas a smaller pile of dark green blinds, andthe dark green blinds glistened with freshpaint, and they were leaning, one againstanother. And between the pile of bluish gray blindsand the pile of dark green blinds were twopainters, painting for dear life, and they werepainting the bluish gray blinds dark green. David watched them for a few minutes. Itseemed to be a good deal of trouble to get theslats well painted. These, said the foreman, putting hishand on the bluish gray blinds, are just as 96 THE DOERS they coiiie from the mill - the
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